The Romance of Tristan and Iseult eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 93 pages of information about The Romance of Tristan and Iseult.

The Romance of Tristan and Iseult eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 93 pages of information about The Romance of Tristan and Iseult.

But had he known what was coming, he would have killed the felons.

THE CHANTRY LEAP

Dark was the night, and the news ran that Tristan and the Queen were held and that the King would kill them; and wealthy burgess, or common man, they wept and ran to the palace.

And the murmurs and the cries ran through the city, but such was the King’s anger in his castle above that not the strongest nor the proudest baron dared move him.

Night ended and the day drew near.  Mark, before dawn, rode out to the place where he held pleas and judgment.  He ordered a ditch to be dug in the earth and knotty vine-shoots and thorns to be laid therein.

At the hour of Prime he had a ban cried through his land to gather the men of Cornwall; they came with a great noise and the King spoke them thus: 

“My lords, I have made here a faggot of thorns for Tristan and the Queen; for they have fallen.”

But they cried all, with tears: 

“A sentence, lord, a sentence; an indictment and pleas; for killing without trial is shame and crime.”

But Mark answered in his anger: 

“Neither respite, nor delay, nor pleas, nor sentence.  By God that made the world, if any dare petition me, he shall burn first!”

He ordered the fire to be lit, and Tristan to be called.

The flames rose, and all were silent before the flames, and the King waited.

The servants ran to the room where watch was kept on the two lovers; and they dragged Tristan out by his hands though he wept for his honour; but as they dragged him off in such a shame, the Queen still called to him: 

“Friend, if I die that you may live, that will be great joy.”

Now, hear how full of pity is God and how He heard the lament and the prayers of the common folk, that day.

For as Tristan and his guards went down from the town to where the faggot burned, near the road upon a rock was a chantry, it stood at a cliff’s edge steep and sheer, and it turned to the sea-breeze; in the apse of it were windows glazed.  Then Tristan said to those with him: 

“My lords, let me enter this chantry, to pray for a moment the mercy of God whom I have offended; my death is near.  There is but one door to the place, my lords, and each of you has his sword drawn.  So, you may well see that, when my prayer to God is done, I must come past you again:  when I have prayed God, my lords, for the last time.

And one of the guards said:  “Why, let him go in.”

So they let him enter to pray.  But he, once in, dashed through and leapt the altar rail and the altar too and forced a window of the apse, and leapt again over the cliff’s edge.  So might he die, but not of that shameful death before the people.

Now learn, my lords, how generous was God to him that day.  The wind took Tristan’s cloak and he fell upon a smooth rock at the cliff’s foot, which to this day the men of Cornwall call “Tristan’s leap.”

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